Action Bronson

[fox69]

"Tan Leather"


[Verse 1:]
Fuck the light at the end of the tunnel
'Cause I'm living for today, tryin' not to drown in a bottle
Death all around me, drugs seem to numb me
Mental's gettin' sicker, the Devil's gettin' comfy
Acupuncture with the smoke like I'm Mason Storm
Legs crossed like a Buddhist, smokin' buddha
Angry tuna, chillin', gettin' brain from Uma
Used to lose, now everybody kangaroos
Hop off the schnitzel, see me on Kissena
Smoke the marijueena, always been the same guy
Whether ballin' on a yacht, or haulin' from the cops
I'm flooring on the Fox, 'til I'm swelled up in a box
All you gotta do is see me when you see me
I'm burnin' bitches from the TV like a CD
I'm trynna live the life in 3D
So you could nibble on my pee-pee
We out in Fiji

[Hook:]
From having money on my mind to having money in my pocket
Bone marrow roasted
Spread it on the rosemary bread, lightly toasted
Drizzle with the vinagrette
Stuffed dutches and it's pulling like a cigarette

[Verse 2:]
Until I'm tan skinned, bitches sayin' that I'm handsome
'Bout to be up on the screen like Ted Danson
Suede loincloth, never fall off
Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff
Leather jacket, knee length
Peace to people gettin' money in the 80's from the freebase
First time, you get a free taste
That's the start of a career change, I'm eatin' cheese plate
Skirt steak shaved straight up off the diaphragm
Muay Thai title fights out in Thailand
I spit the fly shit, accompanied by fly bank
Use the flows that have me diving up in thighs tan
Purple rain, no Prince, summer solstice
Dope body, but her pussy's like an old fish
The antipasti is a cold dish,
Yo, I'm focused, catch me out in London speakin' Polish

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"TANK"
(feat. Big Body Bes)



[Action Bronson:]
Body needs a bat and a black leather to record
Here, take it, get ready

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is it, ah
The eighteen-wheeler papi, we'll drive it through your living room
While you watchin' Maury, true story
Uh, jump in the pool with the tool on me shredded 240
Who gon' stop me? You and who's army?
Bronson comin' with the ninja grip
Wheelin' red ninjas down the strip
Phillies to my lip
High as Dark Knight, fuck it let the card swipe
I'll take that yellow Lamborghini on the far right
As if I fit it
100k for me to spit it
I'm bout' to take a shitted on your fitted with no good luck
Just tragedy and hardship
Another loser on the corner doing card tricks (ah)
I'm on the plane to Russia with a hard dick and a tank top from Target
Why this blunt taste like Starburst?
And why your girl cheating on you with a player from the San Diego Chargers?
Mother fucker, somehow we got Jeeps in jail
Told the judge it's all good go 'head and keep that bail
It's me, you can't touch me
Like Hammer, shit gets crunchy
I do it for the glamour
I do it for my mama
I do it for my people
I do it for myself because there should've been a sequel
But there was complications during, birth given, damn man
Another nigh the Moon's shinin', the Earth twistin'
Boo listen, Daddy swerved the coupe with conviction
Guns under the pillow like my tooth missin'
Everybody know it's me cause the roof missin'
You can see my smile from a mile
Yeah

[Big Body Bes:]
Oooh, I'm up at bat
Albanian baseball
I'm swingin' a hammer
Fuck that
We've been in the game our whole fuckin' lives
Only God can bench us
You was in the dayroom doin' splits
I told you stop blockin' the TV
I'm tryna watch Maury
And hang that fuckin' phone up
We've been ballin' our whole fuckin' lives
You talkin to the P-A-L champion
I does this, uh
Fuck her 'til she hates me
You gotta stab me if you love me
I'm down to die
You're scared to live

 

[fox69]

"Tapas"


Yeah my sole purpose
Long hair, speak Turkish
Twisted sisters out like the UniverSoul Circus
About to cop the crib furnished
Wood burning brick oven shit with the furnace
Quattro fromage
Big plate look like a lobster collage

I'm on the art and the food scene
Fuck rap, laying back, eating poutine
Matter of fact, couple raps'll make a coupe lean
While you see me in the shorts all weather
Whether Puerto rica bitches chilling on the boardwalk
Rockaway smelling like Georgi
Ready for orgies, slightly retarded
Breading the porgy
20 seconds dead in the forty
All this money to be gotten
Hailin' from the rotten
Scotch make it neat, no socks on the feet
When I'm stepping the loafer
Creamy like the robiola
Guaranteed I'm getting box like an old controller
Baby momma catching cases
High speed chases
Fiends rocking the ID bracelets
You only live once, so fuck if I'm a waste it
I'm in France, stepping on grapes, you can taste it
Yeah, make cheese like the fromagia
Tatted chest cover pain wash the scars
Daddy disapprove of my life just like I'm Marvin Gaye
Keep the Dodge, I want the '87 Saab in gray

Stuff a shorty like the man a gut
Light tan on the shoe like banana nut

Strong odor off the weed like your grandma's butt
No attempt to disrespect, but my grandma blunt
But I'm known to eat expensive lunches
From the farm right to the table
Aired straight to the plate I doubt you could relate

Figs at the peak of their ripeness
Money off this music, motherfucker I like this
So cut the check

Ayo, the kush get flipped to a swan origami
Floating in the water
North of North Dakota
Dip to Barcelona Algeria connection
Pussy like a leather jacket
Been to hell and back
They tried to sell me back but they couldn't
Hookers by the hold chilling with Doc Gooden
Top is up for grabs so why wouldn't
Bronson be the one coming through with the gold belt

 

[fox69]

"Telemundo"


Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Motherfucker, know you hear me
Bam Bam, the Bronco, white one
Queens shit
Motherfucking World Cup starts today
You better be watching that shit in Spanish
Pussy

You can keep your little bullshit advance, understand?
I'm in the Amazon chewing on plants
Motherfuckers can't afford me
Plus, I'm in the middle of this orgy and send me back in like 40
Shit, I live so much, ain't no time for looking back, only up
'Cause there's no roof on the truck, you could shoot a duck
I know that's cruel as fuck, and, no, I wouldn't recommend it
Did I mention? The Porsche 911 got a second engine
Send your boy into the Seventh Dimension, shit
Hell is cheap, baby, heaven's expensive though
Yours truly, 'bout to get this paper like Judge Judy
Told my baby, "Come do me", all these drugs just run through me
Now I'm shredding the guitar on a mountain
God damn, something groovy
Aw, man, we lost 'em to the lights again
Bitch, don't worry, I'll be back like lightning
Just don't blink 'cause you might miss me
I'm about to make history, raise your motherfucking fist for me
And let your middle finger fly up and grab your nut sack
And scream, "Fuck that", you hear me?

 

[fox69]

"Terror Death Camp"
(with Statik Selektah)
(feat. Meyhem Lauren, Maffew Ragazino & Ag Da Coroner)




[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We backkkk againnnnn)
That's right
Yo

Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you
Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial
Clementine nine, dripping venereal
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy
Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey
Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements
Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient-
Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia
Albanians in Shkup...never living by the book
We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy
Never do dirt in our own land
That shit's forbidden, G
Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia
Pickled peppers at the picnic table
Feta cheese, perfect Flia
Straight outta Dukagjin
One of the illest places
No one's smiling
There's only drunken men with killer faces

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
I'm known for simmering the mean gravy
Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy
New York made me
The most official, to holster pistol
Trim the fat, scrape the gristle
Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you
I'll gladly press the trigger button
If you press an issue
Whether it's beef or beats
I try to make a casket fit you
We'll fuck you up then fuck you up
And then come back to get you
And do that two more times
We call that shit a triple triple
My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple
Our hollow tips will hit you
Leave you with an altered nipple
Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy"
Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me
Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men
Back block medicine, slap chop venison
Knock, knock, let us in
My whole clique's equipped to shoot though
My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo

[Verse 3: Maffew Ragazino]
Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas
Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers
Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's
Some will overstand but common men never receive the message
Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher
Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer
Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses
Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing
Cool, calm and collected
Keep my composure
All my business in black and white like negative exposures
Keep a Polaroid for the posers
A picture's worth a thousand words
So lock and load up
You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh
I am the shit, just ask your bitch
I bet she know, yup
It's St. Maffew
Truffles in that duffle
Princess in the catsuit

[Verse 4: AG Da Coroner]
This is dope fiend rap
Have a nigga leaning sideways
Frankie Blue Eye shit
I do it my way
Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder
Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner
Bluey spot guzzler
Long Island Tea sipper
Mind of a killer
Trenchcoat Mafia nigga
Hollow point slinger
Smile while I'm flipping fingers
Angels and demons
Mellowed out, Stylistic singer
Corner store postup
Backstreet wanderer
Butter your toast up
Tight pussy conqueror
Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga
Fuck you
Disrespect your mother, your brother
Father and son, too (everybody!)
Long live the music cause it's part of my blood
But how long can I stay breathing
Only God is my judge
Through the lights, cameras and action
Glammer, glitters and gold
Every legend repping my era
Carries part of my soul
(90's, nigga)

 

[fox69]

"Terry"


Don't hurt me again
Uh, don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again
Don't hurt me again, baby
Nah

What up, love? I need a hug cause drugs be takin' over
Shorty couldn't take it no more, she went loca
No stranger to a rum and soda
I met the ho while she was slumped over
Shit, I've been good, though, I can't complain
I could probably cop a half a plane
Drinking juice just like Jack LaLanne now
I'mma strike it rich any day now
Uh, you know I gotta get a plate now
Virtuoso on a keyboard
I rep the eastern seaboard, jeez Lord
Please leave the Z3 keys before you leave
Don't sneeze on my shit, cause for shiz I'mma flip ya
Pedicured foot slide in the slipper
Tryna do the remix with Pitbull
Tell the pilot land at Schiphol
Play the violin with dimples
Life's ironic and it's simple
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
First time I whacked off was a Penthouse
Roses in the bath at the penthouse
Billy Joel at the garden
Should I get a skybox or an '89 iroc?
It's always poppin' at the iHop
Choke a pussy with his tie knot, it's my block
Chuck Knoblauch, spicey coconut curry from the Thai spot
I'm in a hurry, dumb jewelry
The verdict read from a hung jury
The doctor said that I was hung early
Skull curly, Larry, and Moe, I'll marry a ho
Only if the bitch look like Mari' Monroe
Twisted off the Jenkem, watching Iron Chef
The secret ingredient was lion's neck
Royal Blue-Cyber Tech
I ride solo like a fighter jet
Hurt me again

No, don't hurt me again
Please, don't hurt me again
No, don't hurt me again
There's no hit records on a demo
There's no hit records on a demo
No, don't hurt me again
There's no hit records on a demo
There's no hit records on a demo
Catch me hoppin' out the limo
Catch me hoppin' out the limo

Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
Uh, what you payin'?
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
Smoke good, fuck, eat, drink
Drive nice car, wear all green mink
What you think

 

[fox69]

"The Chairman's Intent"


Yeah
Yeah yeah, ah
Ah-ha
It's me, yeah

Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince
You got little shine, but not like this
Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
All from what I did last summer?
But motherfuckers forget
Till I'm back up on the set
Every motherfucking jump shot wet
Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that's me!)
Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup
And there will never be a part two
Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo

Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor
Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
Better be sure to put them cameras on
Turn dreams into real shit
Yeah, I might be sick
Sitting court side, I'm likely lit
Draw blood, I'm already made
But little man will cut your face like wedding cake

You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me

Switchin' lanes on these bitches like, whoop
Switchin' lanes on these bitches like, whoop
Watch the fifth wheel fall
From this top floor view, I can see it all
Yeah, man
From this top floor view, I can see it all

Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
I never trust a dude named 'Angel'
Long sleeved 4/5th's, turn them into an angel
Sky opened up and down came me
Young AB, floating in a Jag from the 80s
Tanned like I just left Haiti
Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
They turned Bam Bam Chinese
And that's fine by me
Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
So bitch please pass that bombazee
Before I get upset. homie

You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me
You don't even know me

 

[fox69]

"The Choreographer"


Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Get em

I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that
I got the world in my hand right now
I should be where its sunny getting my tan right now
But I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
I got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance

The full moon make me loco
Like I sniffed a whole baseline of coco
And I took the speedboat for a joy ride
At one point I was flying baby, no lie
What did I do for a life like this
Ass so fat on my wife like shit
And your boy got a stomach like Buddha
Chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the cougar (ah)
50K in a swimtrunk in a brown paper bag like a kids lunch
Thug passion in a slippy cup
A 100 dollars worth of haze in a blunt, bitch

I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that
I got the world in my hand right now
I should be where its sunny getting tan right now
But I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
I got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance

Uh, one time for the big girls
Two time for the big girls
Uh, you know that I need that
Ah, you can find me here the weed at
Uh, one time for the big girls
Two time for the big girls
Uh, you know that I need that
Ah, you can find me here the weed at

Somebody sleeping in my bed

All I do is bump Dru Hill
Damn I should have took the blue pill, it's to real
I sign for 22 Mill
Option for the third
You ain't poppin in the crave
We haven't seen you in the streets
See me I'm always in town
You hear me

I'm the man right now
I got the plan right now
Fuck that
I got the world in my hand right now
I should be where its sunny getting my tan right now
But I'ma show you how to move
I'ma show you how to dance
I got the pistol in my pants
I got the pistol in my pants
I'ma show you how to dance

 

[fox69]

"The Don's Cheek"


[Verse 1:]
Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak
Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach
I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet
To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek
360 on the Seadoo in a tux
Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch
Placido Polanco Crib, his bitch was black
She started purring, I kissed the cat
Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass
In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair
635 slam like a suplex
Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test
I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe
Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot
Beige leather to the calf, where my math at?
You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that

[Hook:]
I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges
I got your honor under the armpit
The gavel slam and I walk
Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse
Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing
Oriental style shirt
Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing
I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green

[Verse 2:]
I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron
Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan
Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom
While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England
Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s
Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner
We moving white like David Spade in the sauna
All the money chronological, it look like callaloo
Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food
Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth
Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring
Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering
I'm pro

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Madness"


[Verse 1:]
Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life
Getting twisted almost every night
My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White
I'm not the marry type
I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight
I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons
To the great, soon to see me right on Madison
Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins
I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi
Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder
Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face
I'm out the world just like a lightning in space
The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes

[Hook:]
This is madness, certified madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage

[Verse 2:]
Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy
Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie
You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie
I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie
Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp
We eat steak, wine and chees plate
Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state
Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate
My feet slide just like a hockey player
Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair
Sucky sucky, happy ending shower
Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour
Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands
My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win
I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence
Polo fitted with a leather grip

[Hook:]
This is madness, certified madness
Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage
Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas
Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage

[Verse 3:]
I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up
Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore
Hop in the whip and go for breakfast
Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas
Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket
My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit
Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics
Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix
I'll feed her coke for a dick suck
Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt
Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda
Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her
(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama
It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands
Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man
My eyes are open like an owl though
Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough
But if I die before the hour go
Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho
Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum
Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina
Cop the work then they bagging coke
Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road
To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go
Master flow word now so I got cash to blow
When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder
I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over